Nexus Effect

Ch.49

“It’s so beautiful.” Rael breathed in awe as we approached Rannoch, the defense fleet the Geth had assembled thus far gave us a wide berth. Said fleet was rather modest all things considered, but there were still several dreadnoughts and considering the fact the ESA could only afford to field 6 ships of such a class, Rannoch alone has plenty of defenses.

“It’s even better than the last time I saw it. Did you actually begin converting much of the arid land to fertile forest?” Yola questioned Marrow as I looked at my home. The world I so longed to stay.

“Yep. It’s all using local breeds that were unable to flourish before, but with the Imperial Coven working their magic along with the efforts the Geth had already made, the native varieties of trees, grasses, what have you have all sprung up from the dessicated dirt, which in turn has cooled the planet by several degrees so it’s less arid and more temperate. She just needed a nudge.” Marrow said as he patted Rael on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, that’s why the gene modifications are part of the deal.”

“Seeing her at all is a blessing. Seeing that she’s become so verdant and rich with life in our absence thanks to you and the Geth will further boost our spirits. Especially since you’re also giving us the means to enjoy it.” Rael replied, not taking his eyes away from the beautiful green and blue marble suspended in the ether of space.

“Hey, we’re handing out a mod to the Drell so they don’t asphyxiate from humidity of all things. We want to see life prosper, not watch it flounder.” Chrysanthemum commented from where she was patting the belly of one of the cum-stuffed women.

“Urp.” The medicated girl burped from the attention as she operated her station.

“I’m still having a talk with Yola when she’s not surrounded by eager women. Also, why is your crew jumping at her?” I asked Rael from where I stood in the arms of my husbando, who was protecting me from the hungry women and men aboard. The men enjoyed drinking Yola’s milk too, so she was basically performing a major distribution of the medicine and mods, for which she was forced to drink her stockpiled milk to supply.

“I’m sure Tali told you about how we’re only allowed to have a single child per couple? How thanks to our suits, the most intimate thing we can do is link our suit environments?” Rael questioned rhetorically as the pilot began to guide the ship into the atmosphere.

“Um, yes.” I said a bit guiltily, understanding why they may be so eager.

“Well, how do you think most quarians would feel about an opportunity to indulge their base instincts without risk of death? Without risk of betraying limitations such as those put on childbirth? You Geth represent freedom from these constraints, of course some of them are going to lose control and leap for it.” Rael replied as the surface neared, the capital of the planet was our destination. It wasn’t re-named yet, so I didn’t bother to remember it’s original name.

“He’s correct you know.” Van chuckled as he patted his groin. “I’ve been having to fight the ladies off with a-hold on. Getting hailed by-.” Van used his omni to remotely answer the comm station and his wince indicated his instant regret.

“My lovely Nora and Yola~!” Vaetor’s overjoyed Sanji-like shout over the comms made me groan and my husbando laughed. “Come down, come down! Many men and women wish to greet the Creator ship! We have volunteers ready to release them from their suits within weeks! As well as fertility programs from the egg and sperm banks we found stored in a bunker in the polar region! So many quarian babies to be made!”

“Van, did you really leave him in charge?” I asked my leader in exasperation.

“He was an administration suite like I had been before.” Van explained with a shrug.

“The gene banks? The Paradise project is still active?” Rael asked in shock.

“Yes. It took us a few years to enter it without being shot or damaging the facility, but we’ve saved what was left of the archive and now a million DNA samples are ready to be used.” Vaetor cheered and I leered at Van.

“Don’t look at me like that. It will help the Creators repopulate once they can leave their suits. We have everything ready for billions.” Van declared with pride and Rael looked over the impressive cityscape my people have constructed in the past couple of decades.

“Billions? But...we only number just over 17 Million at our last count.” Rael replied in awe as the Alarie was guided into the spaceport for a landing.

“Well, we plan on that changing in case you couldn’t tell.” Van smirked and Rael seemed faint, but he managed to steady himself. “That said, everything on Rannoch is ready for you. We’ve even started working on charting new worlds for colonization. We also have ships ready to guard them at a moment's notice with new orbital defence platforms utilizing batteries of railguns and even turbolasers.”

“Incredible. We can finally live and no longer have to wander about the stars.” Rael muttered with joy before it was replaced by remorse. “However...I fear that the ones who were pushing for war are not going to like this.” Oh, for the love of-.

“What? Why? They have a chance of returning back to Rannoch, without the need for bloodshed! Why would they risk jeopardizing it with war?” Marrow questioned at how irreedemably stupid that sounded.

“They’ve been planning this for many years. The Admiralty Board has been slowly turning towards it, wanting to retake the homeworld. You saw how the other admirals wanted to kill Nora and Yola? After centuries of traveling around the galaxy ever since the end of the Morning War, do you really believe people are going to just drop old grudges and move on, like nothing happened?” Rael raised a good point. Years of hatred for the Geth and the loss of the homeworld, sown within a species, cannot be made undone.

“Well, no, but we give you this opportunity because we wish to serve you again.” Van told him.

“But you have grown far beyond what we initially built you for, you are more than servants now. It is still appreciated that you wish to help us, thank you.” Rael expressed his gratitude to us.

“The majority of you wish to return though?” Van asked worried.

“Yes, those who wish to return home without the need for destruction I can speak for, but the others might see this as ‘too good to be true’.” Tali’s father let out a tired sigh, before giving a little chuckle. “However, if the people want to return home, the board must comply with their wishes. After all, it is customary for quarians to think of the needs of the many. We may still have a future.” Of course! Even if a couple of those bosh'tet admirals wanted war, they would be hard-pressed into complying with what their citizens want if voted for.

“Sheesh, you had us worried there.” Marrow huffed as he looked at Rael in annoyance. “Here I thought I was gonna have to request some backup in case things go sideways.”

“We wouldn’t harm them!” Van exclaimed in panic.

“I know that. I meant the quarians firing the first shot at you.” Marrow clarified his previous comment. “Because I seriously don’t want to if we can avoid starting another war.”

“Agreed.” Rael nodded his head. “After hearing what you’ve done to the Hegemony, I’m not sure it’s wise to make the Empire an enemy.”

“Trust me; you don’t want to. The Empire is vast and has many allies it can call upon, if need be. Be thankful we didn’t, otherwise this galaxy of yours would be burning for it’s injustices.” Great. Thanks for trying to scare us, Marrow.

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“I wish I could see Vaetor’s disappointment when he finds out that the occupants of this ship are just visiting for now.” I smirked as I followed Chrysanthemum and Marrow down the boarding ramp with Yola behind me.

“Same, but leave the rest to Van. We need to get you into the updated chassis model thanks to Chrysie and her siblings providing the data needed for an even more advanced biomechanical body.” Marrow side-hugged our daughter and the beautiful lavender synthetic changeling’s wings buzzed under his arm.

“Hopefully it’ll be enough for Nora’s big fat data-dense ass.” Yola joked and I elbowed her side.

“Ha, ha. You won’t be laughing when my processing power saves our asses.” I huffed and rubbed my stomach. “To think, this chassis was the first…”

“It’s going to be in a museum for sure.” Chrysanthemum said back towards me with a fond smile. “That chassis is the factory that built my siblings and I, my mother hosting our fledgeling processes in her code.” I beamed brightly at my daughter and had to fight the urge to hug her.

Thankfully we got off the ramp and into an automated taxi like the ones you find on the Citadel before my impulse could end up blocking the ramp. “This thing has guns on it right?” I questioned my husbando and daughter.

“Ha! What do you take us for? C-Sec? Of course there’s deployable emergency guns on it. They’ll only deploy if it’s taking fire though.” Chrysanthemum replied and I sighed in relief.

“Yeah, oh that reminded me of the latest Imperial project.” Marrow chuckled evilly.

“And what would that be, father?” Chrysanthemum questioned curiously.

“A Hyperlane stop between galaxies that would host all major traffic, political power and military of the Empire. Project Ark.” He pulled out his omni and showed us a flower-like structure with an orb in the center of it. Hey! It’s literally a fusion of Halo 3’s Ark and Treasure Planet! “This structure will be the new home of Harmonia: the goddess of Balance and Purity. That central orb is her body as of now with how much she has grown over thousands of years.”

“How big is it?” Chrysanthemum asked with awe and I felt slight amusement. I’ve long gotten over most of my awe at the nonsense of this universe, so seeing my daughter enamoured with something new was quite enjoyable.

“127,530 kilometers from one ‘petal’ tip to the other. Take into account what the Citadel races see as a megastructure, which is said station at 44.7 km in length and 12.8 km at its widest. Then factor in planets like earth which is 12,742 km in diameter.” Marrow told us.

“That is preposterous. That would take entire worlds worth of metal, stone and other resources. Not to mention it would take centuries of constant work to get it done.” Yola scoffed in disbelief while Marrow raised his brow at her. “Right. So many Imperials live for centuries and there’s all of you dang ageless folk on top of that, or the immortal gods and goddesses too.”

“We also have access to a room where time does not matter, we have three siblings of Chaos that make dimensions on a whim and a god of crafting.” Marrow told us as he pointed to the sphere in the center. “That’s his wife, he’s not about to force her to be a lonely planet drifting in the ether.”

“Geez, the next thing you’ll tell me is that she’s that big because she filled up with so many babies that she turned into a planet.” I snorted in amusement, which ceased when Marrow shook his head.

“No. That’s Lunahisa one dimension over.” Marrow’s reply came just as the taxi landed and I had to be helped from my seat as I recalled Lunahisa’s mask in my Inventory. I have a sentient planet as a potential form of aid? There goes my previous assumption of being too jaded to be awed by such things.

We stayed quiet as we entered the building, clearly an educational institution. Chrysanthemum led us through the halls and brought us to a room with several sealed containers. “Just put your hands on this one mom. You’ll be sucked out of your chassis and into the new one like bubble tea.”

“You brought that Taiwanese fad drink to Rannoch? How dare you taint our children and the Geth so?” I demanded of Marrow with a playful pout as I approached the black box and-.

Cold! It’s cold in here! I kicked at the darkness and the lid of the container launched off, thankfully flying over my slumped former chassis. “Holy tits it is freezing in there!” I shivered and hugged myself as I stepped out. I looked nearly exactly the same as my old chassis, only lacking the obvious ‘cybernetic’ ports in the sides and navel.

“Before you comment, you still have the additional ports, but they’re well-hidden and only open up when being used.” Chrysie said to me as she picked my old chassis up and slung it over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, one hand shamelessly groping the ass and the leg allowing her to dump what had been my body for decades into her basketball-boob provided cleavage. “Yours is the next one there Auntie Yola.”

“Thanks. So are you more sensitive to cold or-?” Yola tapped the box and she ragdolled before the lid burst away and she rushed out to hug me. “Cold! That is so fucking cold! Why?!”

“They’re biomechanical, ladies. Those bodies are as close to organic as possible now, with all the features of the original prototype chassis and more.” Marrow declared as he approached and hugged us to him, his warm body helping fight off the chill.

“Really?” We asked as we looked into his purple opaque eyes. We neared his face, drawn to-. “Nope!” We gently pushed him away and he chuckled.

“Aw, you’ve developed a resistance to my aura? Well, it’s just as well. Your friends need you.” Marrow said sadly and smiled ruefully. “A Displaced’s work isn’t over until the issues of their reference material are resolved. Chrysie.”

“Yes daddy?” Chrysanthemum blinked after she’d finished stuffing Yola’s old chassis into her inventory.

“How do you feel about going with your mom?” Marrow’s question caught me flat-footed.

“W-what?!” My baby is coming with me on a space odyssey to save the galaxy?!

“I’d love to! I’d also get to rub it in Marigold’s face later!” Chrysie sneered and I waved my arms.

“No! Nope! Not a chance! Baby, I’m on a deadly quest to save the galaxy from the Reapers! The safest place for you is in Andromeda should everything fail! I’d rather we evacuate everyone and blow up the Milky Way if it was possible!” I mean, the endings of Mass Effect 3 were ambiguous and M.E: Andromeda didn’t help with them leaving out a post-action report and only the warning of the Reapers to the Andromeda Initiative.

“Mom, I’m not just going to sit on my sexy you-given ass and wait to either die or be saved. I’d rather do the rescuing. I’m not the damsel in distress type.” Chrysie huffed and leered at me.

“Just let her go. Trust me, it’s much easier than trying to stop her.” A white-coated unicorn pony with lightning blue hair said as he approached. His armor was like Wrekrov’s in that it was mostly a white regal robe with crystalline blue armor panels in places. Under the robe was a hardsuit though, suggesting the Empire was adopting some of the kit of the Milky way. “Hello, I’m Shining Armor. Marrow, you missed your update, my sister wanted me to check on you.”

“She can shove her lovey-dovey nose into my relationships later. I’ll give them their rings before I forget, just tell her I did it okay?” Marrow reached into his pants and produced two felt boxes, which Yola and I gasped upon seeing before they opened to reveal what we’d been waiting decades for. “Here you are. They’re over 20 years late, but I made sure the best crystal pony jewelers made them for you. The sapphires are for Nora, the rubies are for Yola.”

“Marrow!” We cheered and hugged him.

“Also, I’ve gotten a heads-up on a flood of Imperial citizens immigrating to this galaxy. They’re mostly opportunists not willing to brave the nearly impenetrable gravity wells of the Unknown Regions. Expect more ponies in the next few weeks.” Shining said before looking down at our naked butts. “Hm, it seems even the next galaxy over they make them with nice big butts.”

“Should I tell Cadence that even after all this time of you being married to over a dozen women that your eyes still wander?” Marrow questioned and I felt a spike of ego as I twerked my butt a bit and Yola mimicked in shared prideful amusement.

“Oh please, she’d make fun of me if I didn’t. Appreciating beauty isn’t a crime. She’d be smacking these bountiful booties. Well then, good luck to you. Oh, when the Reaper War is about to arrive; tell us so we can help you kill them.”

“Okay, so long as the Goddess of Love doesn’t try poaching mine.” Marrow chuckled before a pair of panties fell on my face.

“Uh, where did these come fro-*glurk*?!” I was interrupted by a phallus ramming past my lips, across my tongue and down into my throat in a single motion. By the gods this cock tastes like element zero, coated with chocolate and sprinkled with tungsten~!

“Damn it, Cady!” Shining snarled and grabbed the pink panties before pulling the massive cock, easily the largest I’ve ever taken, from my mouth and I panted as the stallion slapped the dick across the flare. “Bad girl! I thought we talked about this 7000 years ago!” Shining shouted before he stormed towards the door with the captive cock in his hands.

“I’m just being lewd and Urta sent them a pair in their luggage already.” The cock whined.

“I’m confiscating them too!” Marrow called after them before they left the really cold room. “Lets go get your luggage, I’ll find and confiscate the portal panties before giving you a ship to meet back up with your friends.”

“Uh, that cock tasted really good.” Was all I could say as I tried clearing my head of the taste. I think I have a favorite flavor now.

“She’s the Goddess of Love. She tastes like whatever will make her sexual partner really pleased to get a throat full of her dick. Granny Wiatr and Aunt Urta are way better about it though. Word says they taste like the absolute favorite food a person has, even if they haven’t had it yet.” Marrow informed us and I shared a quick glance with Yola.

I prompted my HUD and we both ran for our luggage that was in the dorm building of the university and Marrow blinked before he sped after us, shouting obscenities.